Who's afraid of the big bad vamp? (lucy)

[claire]

If she could move any faster she would. If she could cry any harder, she wouldn't. Funny, how when people think about adopting a little child they automatically start treating the ground you walk on like gold. She was only eleven years old, but for some reason she felt so much more mature then beyond her years. Maybe, who knows, losing your parents and then moving to a completely different continent did that to someone. She scraped her knee, on the rocky edge, and winced. She had to keep going, the sun had just set and the night was so young. who knew, maybe she could run away and find someone who actually want to live with her. Call her their daughter. She sniffed, and wiped away at a stray tear off her cheek. She cried when she told herself she wasn't going to. She didn't even know where she was anymore, nor did she care. As long as she got away from the orphanage. She gripped the rocks tightly, and held on for dear life as her footing screamed. She wouldn't scream if she lost her grip completely and plummeted to her death. No, she would go down silently. Only Melanie would miss her; her adopt mother.

She pulled her scrawny little bones and body up onto the next rock, then slipped on a wet spot. Her flat slipped crazily on it, and she let go of the rock. Again, she had lied to herself. She screamed, and fell backwards. She was only eleven years old and she was going to die. Her little short and skinny frame fell in the moon, her body hitting rock, tumbling down the steep hill. She screamed, and didn't even realize her own tears were richoating down her face till she stopped on a ledge, in immense pain. She cried loudly and painfully, not wanting to move. She didn't know what would happen. What had happened to her just now. Was she dead? Or she was she close to it? Far away from it? Or was she just going to rest here and watch the sun rise and fall until eventually she did die? She looked over the edge of the ledge and could see a white dot. The various amounts of the stupid purses they gave her.

She didn't even have a use for them. She never shopped. She never even got out of the house let alone. She lay there, trying not to let the cold succumb her. Why hadn't she bought warmer clothes? She didn't know if she was bleeding, and if she was bleeding, where? Maybe she'd die of blood loss. Her frightningly pale blue eyes were beginning the flutter shut. She could feel death creeping up around her like a shadow. She needed warmth, or else she would die here.

[lucyloo]

Lucy gripped the rock. She didn't really like climbing mountains but it was something to do. No one else wanted to spend time with her tonight. So this was one of the ways she spent her time. Other than this, she read mostly and also wrote some. She fiddled with her shirt and hopped onto a ledge that she thought was stable enough to hold her weight. Which wasn't very much. She stood on the ledge and fixed her shorts. These ones were always causing her trouble.

She heard screams in the distance. She looked around. As if something could tell her what was happening. Nothing. She jumped from the ledge she was on, to the ledge right across. Not a big jump, but a fairly far one. She made it. She looked over and saw a young girl laying on her back on a ledge. She guessed that this young girl was the one Lucy heard scream. She decided to go over and at least make sure the girl was alright. She jumped again. This time falling short and making her grip onto the side of the ledge with all her strength. She looked up at her wrist and saw the scar from when she had the encounter with Rose. She hated her now. She had to forget that now though. She hoisted herself up onto the ledge carefully making sure not to scare the girl.

She pulled the rest of her legs up onto the ledge also and walked slowly over to the girl. She sat beside her 'Indian style' and analyzed the girl. She wasn't bleeding. That Lucy could tell though."Hey. Are you alright? That was a pretty nasty fall there." She tried to communicate with the girl. The only way she could truly tell if she was okay or not.

[claire]

Sounds. Moving, feet walking, voices talking. What was that? Was she talking to her? Her head was spinning out of control, she couldn't see, think, hear straight. Something about a bright light? Why would she care about a bright light? Claire let her teared blue eyes take in the girl. She was extremely beautiful. And extremely athletic looking. Short choppy blonde hair, and a nice strong face. It was moving, was it supposed to do that? She was tall, much taller then she was. But there was something that threw her off to Claire. How could this girl jump so quickly, jump so long? She had that same feeling that Melanie had. Secure but yet dangerous. And what was with the scar on her wrist? Did she get burned? Claire wanted to ask, but decided not too. Maybe it was a bad past, something that should rather not be bought up.

The message finally transferred to Claire's head. 'Are you alright?' Claire tried to speak, but she couldn't. She was in that amount of pain. She had her lips parted, a gasping sound coming from her innocent mouth. Never once did she swear, never once did she say a bad word about anyone. She may have thought bad about them, but never said anything. She was raised much better than that, and the main reason she still hadn't said a mean word about anyone was because so she could hold onto the memories of her parents ways. Theyand pictures were the only memories she had of them. The house she lived in, the spacious rooms. It was all stored up safely in her head. And in her mind, this little tumble was threatning to take that away! Her mouth made another gasp, and this time a stifled moan came out. Good, at least she could moan. Claire was in shock, anyone could see that.

"....I..." Was all she could muster this moment. Come on Claire, open that yap of yours! "I...can't..." Raspy and shaky voices were something that didn't go well at all. "Feel..my..legs.." Her voice was dried, like she needed some water, and right now that seemed like a good refreshment to have. She wanted Melanie, wanted to be held in her arms and feel secure. She coughed, and tried to flex her legs. Unsuccessful. She tried again, still no response. Why was this happening? She started to panic, she couldn't feel anything, why? Why?! She had a panicked look in her eyes, did the fall paralyze her? Oh god, no. Please don't let it be this. She was only 11, to young to be like this. Who wanted to be stuck in a wheel chair, immobile for the rest of their life?! Not Claire in the least.

[lucyloo]

Lucy saw the girl ‘wake up’. She knew that she was analyzing her. She took her index finger and placed a long layer of hair behind her ear. She loved having short hair but sometimes it just bugged her. Most of the time when she didn’t get it layered. Then it really bugged her. She shoved her hands into her pockets, in search of a bobby pin. She usually had some with her. But today was one of those days that she forgot to bring some with her. She looked at the girl also. She didn’t look that young, but not that old either. She guessed that she was in her teenage years, maybe pre-teen years.

She saw the young girl attempt to move her legs. She hoped that the fall didn’t injure the girl so badly that she was paralyzed. She wanted to help the girl but she didn’t do that well in hospitals. The blood and injured people only made her hungrier. And she didn’t want to hurt the girl either. But if that was what had to be done so that the girl was okay. Then so be it. Good thing for her, Lucy had a meal last night, while spending the night at Azmine’s house. This made Lucy feel more reliant on her abilities because she knew she wouldn’t try to make a meal out of her just because her hunger took her over.

She looked down at the young girl. She knew she couldn’t possible go down the mountain so that Lucy could possibly get someone to help her. Which made Lucy wonder, why was the young girl out all by herself at this time of night on a mountain? She had to have parents. But she didn’t want to ask these questions. Something in her gut told her not to. But she had to get her down off the mountain.” Uhm. Okay, I know I don’t really know you but I have to get you down off this mountain. I’m going to carry you down. Is that okay with you?” She hoped the girl wouldn’t have a problem with it. She really wanted to help her.

[claire]

Claire looked at her. She watched her watch her try and move her legs. She really, really didn't want to be paralyzed. Then maybe Melanie would never adopt her! And this just bought a whole new batch of tears again. No one would want a paralyzed eleven year old girl. No one. Maybe she'd just better be off with where her parents were. Dead. Six feet under, with a nicely engraved tombstone with her name. She sniffed, maybe, she would die. Maybe she would die in front of this girls eyes. Claire looked at her, she shouldn't touch her. If her blood got on her skin, they would think that she killed Claire. She didn't. In fact, she might prolong Claire's life sentence. And then she would become a hero. But that only happened in fairy-tales. And life defiantly wasn't one. She sniffed, and looked down at her legs. She could use all the help that she could get in this dire situation. “P..please..”
She was desperate. Taking help from a stranger. A rule her parents taught her never to do. Don’t talk to a stranger. Don’t take candy from a stranger. Don’t let a creepy old stranger invite you into their homes. Especially if they look a tad distraught. Oh how Claire wanted to hear their sweet and musky voices telling her these rules. Of course, without question she abided them. Like the law itself. Like the Bill of Rights, the 10 amendments. She placed herself up on her elbows, and tried to scotch closer to her. This was an awkward situation without a doubt. This girl, she didn’t even know her name! Again, a rule her parents would have flipped if they knew she broke it. She sniffed, and moved her narrow hips towards her. She could feel the moment in her hips but barely. Anything below that was not there. At least muscle, flexor, extender, adductor, abductor. It was like she had it amputated.
She looked at Lucy. “You can help me.” She said her Australian drawl dragging in the sentence. Her voice was still unsure, shaky, and trembled with fear. Poor little Claire, all alone and unloved in the world. A deep, mean voice rang in her head. Claire was taken immediately aback. She had a demonic voice, in her sweet little angelic mind? Maybe she had and Claire hadn’t even bothered to acknowledge the disobedient side of herself. She blinked, and looked ahead staring off into space. Did this little sweetheart really have an evil side in her bone? In her frail bony body? Highly unlikely. Claire felt tears brush her blonde lashes again. She looked down slightly again, her lashes lowering. No, there couldn’t be a horrible person like this at all.

[lucyloo]

Lucy looked down at the girl. Okay so she had her permission to get her off the mountain. Now all Lucy had to do was be as gentle with her as she could. She didn't want to hurt the girl anymore than she already was. She stood up and leniently looked over the ledge they were on. Not very far down; if it was only one person going down at a time. She leaned back onto the ledge and looked at the ledge she just came from. Not a very smart idea to do that either. She decided to do the 'right' thing and climb down instead of jumping from one ledge to the next. She wanted to help this girl, not nearly kill her of shock.

She picked up the girl gently and hooked her hands around Lucy's neck. She held onto the girls one bony leg, careful not to hurt her anymore and started down the mountain. "Now if you feel scared or you want me to stop at any point, just tell me okay?" She stepped over the steep edge of the mountain and kicked her foot into a foothold that she somehow found. She held onto her leg with one hand, to make sure she didn't fall and to make any sudden movements if her hands somehow gave out or she felt limb. She gripped onto the ledge with her other hand and lowered both of them one step at a time. She didn't weigh that much, but Lucy was still shaking, she guessed that it was because she was nervous not to drop her.

Lucy took a breath. A deep one, to try to reconnect herself while lowering the young girl to safety. On her next placement of her foot. She slipped a little, nothing major. So she just moved quickly with that one, she didn't want her to get scared just because of that one slip. She felt her foot touch what she thought to be the ground so she looked down. It was only another ledge. She decided to stop here for a little, take a breather."You okay back there?"

[claire]

Claire felt strangely secure in this girls arms. Maybe, she wouldn’t die here tonight. But she would be paralyzed legs down. How lucky was she? Hardly anything close to it. She took a sniff in and felt the mucus drop back to her throat. She stifled a cough. She just wanted to be in a nice warm room right now. With cookie and milk. No, no milk. Hot Coco. And kept under a thermal blanket, with goose downed pillows, fleece pajamas, and a nice old Disney movie that she could fall asleep too. But that would be hardly the case. She’d end up in a hospital bed, or if they didn’t want her there, back at the orphanage. Either way, she wouldn’t get her wish. She never had, and probably never would. People like Claire, the things that they went through, they didn’t come out of it unscathed. Not even the people who acted like they had, emotional scarring was the worst kind to let anyone see. It got down to the nitty gritty. It got underneath the skin, and raw to the core. She dipped her blonde head into her chest, and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to know how high up they were. Maybe she had a fear of heights? Claire wasn’t sure exactly herself. She had many new things about her that she wasn’t even sure of her middle name. No, really, she wasn’t.

When she planted her foot on the edge, Claire jolt of worry. If this girl slipped, then almost certainly they would both end up dead. Especially since they were on ledge. And when Lucy slipped even further, she almost cried out in shock. This poor little girl, alone in the world. Possible to lose it all. And here she was, clinging to a girl she didn’t know, for her own dear life. She blinked, her veiny eyelids moving rapidly atop her eyes. “I’m…ok.” She mustered with a quavering voice. Oh how badly she wanted to be anywhere but here. All of a sudden a rapid chill went down her spine. She hadn’t realized how baldly she was shaking up until now. And now she wished she had bought something along to keep herself warm. She clenched her fists and then turned them into her bony stomach. Since she was an adopt to be soon, you’d think they’d give her jackets, sweaters and long sleeves. But no, they didn’t. They didn’t provide for anyone but themselves. And the government.

Claire swallowed deeply and looked down at her legs. Still no feeling. She wouldn’t get to play soccor softball, field hockey, or lacrosse when she got older if this was true. She didn’t want to be the oddball out. Be the one that never walked on her own two legs, be the one to participate in gym, or be the one who never got to play sports because of a silly little accident. She sniffed a little bit, but she’d be unique. And isn’t that what everyone wanted nowadays? To be set apart from the crowd? She let tears form along the inner of her eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall.

[lucyloo]

Lucy sat the girl on the ledge she stopped on. She held her back so she wouldn't fall."Just so we can get this out of the way, I'm Lucy; Lucy Kartreight." She wanted to introduce herself so that way if she did need to go to a hospital at least the girl could say she knew her a little. She took another breath and stabilized herself and regained her strength. She picked the girl up again and held her the same way. This time she wouldn't slip and she would go the whole way down to the bottom instead of stopping in the middle.

She took another daring step down the mountain while holding the girl closer to her and making sure that she didn't look down at the bottom of the mountain. That's all that she needed right now, was for this girl to have a panic attack in her arms. She didn't know how to help someone if they did have one. She kept climbing down the mountain. She made it to the bottom and looked down at the girl. She was adorable. Lucy would take her back home. And treat her like her own. She always wanted a younger sister. She never had one though.

She felt the girl shiver and Lucy wanted to help. She just didn't know if her parents or siblings knew she was out. She didn't want to seem like a kidnapper just because she was taking care of this little girl. She knew she had her hoodie somewhere around here. She remembered leaving it down here before she started climbing."Uhm. If you want to i have a jacket you could borrow until someone can come and get you." Lucy knew it would be almost gigantic on her but it would at least keep her warm.

[claire]

Claire looked curiously at the girl. They were at the bottom of the mountain now, and she had only looked down a few times, only to lock her eyes back on her hands. She didn't want to bother Lucy with more trouble now, then she had already. "I'm Claire. Danvers." She said in short, stocky words. She didn't want to give away so much to where she lived, because it was kinda of embarassing. To tell someone you just met that you lived at an orphanage, because your parents were dead. And there helpers at her old house, weren't allowed to legally keep her. They should have done it illegally. Anything to have kept Claire in her warm snug home. But no, they wanted her gone. Out of their sight, when she had been such a sweet and loving child. Never talked back, always picked up her toys, always said 'excuse me' an 'thank you'. And then they shipped her over to the U.S, from her Australian home. She realized she was still in Lucy's grasp, and wriggled out of it.

To much uncomfortability can scar a person. She looked up at Lucy, and nodded. A sweatshirt would be fairly nice. Even if it was a little long and a little wide for her small frame. If it kept her warm that was all she wanted. And hot chocolate. And a downed goose pillow that you could almost smell the grass on. She sighed mentally though, it was impossible to want something that she had been forced to leave behind. She felt weak in her legs because of not being able to feel them, and collapsed on the ground. Though it hurt her rear end, she didn't cry. Just winced and held back tears of why her? She blinked a tear away, one that would almost become stray. Why did she have to suffer at such a young age? Why did she? Would it make her a stronger woman? One who could never trust, never love, and never live? Never walk again? It was an amazing thing that Claire wasn't crying again. Maybe she was already stronger then she thought. When Lucy said she'd give her a sweatshirt till someone came to get her, Claire almost laughed.

Almost. No one was coming to get her. No one probably even knew she was missing. And if anyone knew, they wouldn’t care, or wouldn’t tell anyone about her disappearance. And did Claire care one bit? Not one silky blonde strand. “No one’s coming to get me Lucy.” She said her sweet, angelic voice casting an eerie glare on the night. She looked up at Lucy from her resting spot on the ground at Lucy. Had she grown up alone like herself? Or did she get lucky an get off with a free card? She looked like she hadn’t. Claire looked at her arm, and noticed a strange burn. Long and seemed like it would never heal completely. Was it the one she saw earlier? She couldn’t help but lock her eyes on it. What had happened to have something terrible like that happen? And she accidentally burned herself on a candle? Maybe she was like a fairytale come to life? She did have speed, beauty, and strength. What was she exactly? A vampire?

[lucyloo]

Lucy walked over a couple paces to get her sweatshirt for Claire. She dusted it off to make sure all of the dirt and some grass was off of it. She folded it over her arm and walked back over to her. She held out the sweatshirt to Claire on the ground, just now noticing she was sitting. Lucy dusted off her rear end and sat beside her on her hands. "Well it's very nice to meet you Claire." Lucy loved being around children. One of her passions. She loved young children and she loved taking care of them. She wanted as many children as she could have. That was, before she was turned. Now she couldn't have a child of her own. Maybe she could adopt. It was a good idea. Helping the child and herself.

'No one's coming to get me Lucy,' Claire had said. Lucy couldn't help but think why not. She was only a child still. There had to be someone in the world that was looking for her. There just had to be. She had to have parents. Or at least a grandparent or someone that was taking care of her. She couldn't be living by herself. "If you don't mind me asking Claire," Lucy said sweetly, "Why is no one coming to get you?" If no one was going to help this little girl then Lucy could surely do it. But then again it was Claire decision, and if she wanted Lucy to help her with anything then she could tell her.

She also noticed that Claire kept looking at her arm. She, herself, looked down and examined the long, rough, scar that was plastered onto her skin. And it would always be there. Anything she could do, or attempted to do, it would still be there. Because of that fight with Rose, who knows how many weeks ago, that would be a permanent scar left on her arm. Just there to remind her of her carelessness. To make her think of that night. That other vampire. Lucy dazed in and out of paying attention to Claire. She shook her head as if to make her thoughts, her memories fade away. She focused back on Claire and smiled a fake smile. Trying to focus back into reality.

[claire]

Why was Lucy hiding something? That scar obviously got there on an intentional mark. Maybe a fight? Or maybe self-inflicted? Claire looked curiously once more, before slipping on the oversized sweatshit and zipping it around her chin. She was such a cute child, so many people told her that. But how many of them meant it? More than likely, less then half and more then a quarter. Claire's closest relatives, and maybe even family friends meant it. but hey, they hadn't seen her since what, she was two? So what would they think of her now? Hideous? Horrendous? Absolutly unbearable and like an insect that needed to be crushed? Yes, it made sense. But why was Lucy placing a fake smile on her face? Someone so pretty should smile, it lit up the sky. At least in her eyes. Claire just sat there for abit, watching her intently, her blue eys dancing as she bit onto the zipper. Now, she never knew where this zipper had been.

It could have been anywhere, everywhere or nowhere. "Because.." She said slowly, her voice muffled underneath the flannel. Should she tell Lucy why? She contemplated it, before deciding yes she should. But she would get an answer from Lucy on her own question. "No one's coming to get me..because nobody knows I'm gone.." She muttered placing her small index finger on the upper zipper. "I'm an orphan Lucy.." She said looking at her with eyes that looked like frozen ice. Ice that made a sweet and innocent child like her look like she could kill. Within the blink of an eye. Who knew? The person who gave Lucy that burn probably looked sweet and innocent as well. Now it was her time to ask twenty questions game. And she would get her minds worth. "Lucy...how did you get those scars?"

Her voice was barely even audible on the wind. Lucy could avoid this question with some kindergarten excuse, but then Claire would just press for more answers. Claire's gaze was almost intimeddiatating. Scary. Such a wide-eyed glare even scared her orhpanage mom. She surpassed most of her puishments because of her gaze. It was scary, even Claire thought it was. And she was the keeper of them. She stared at Lucy abit longer before asking her second question. It might seem silly, but to Claire it needed to be answered. "Lucy..." She paused before twitcthing her legs to see if she could still feel them. No. She was convinced now that she was prarlyzed. That was just a crap rest of the life for Claire, now wasn't it? "Are you a vampire?" She asked, her eyes burning for an answer.

[lucyloo]

Lucy watched the girl as she spoke. She was an orphan? She didn't look like she was. She was adorable, and she was bound to capture anyones attention. She grabbed Lucy's when she was climbing. Lucy looked down at the girl. Lucy remembered being her age, a little anyway. She wasn't exactly in the same position she was, but it was almost the same thing. Lucy's mother and father never payed attention to her. So it was almost like she was an orphan except she had to fend for herself.

Then Lucy heard the question. She knew it was coming, she just didn't know when Claire was going to ask it. And she really hoped that it wasn't now. But that hope was ruined. She wanted to blurt it out. Get it done and over with right away. Just like a band aid, quick and easy. But then Lucy had to remember that this was a young girl and she couldn't just expose her to that right away. So she had to take it easy."Well..." Lucy started but then she completely went blank. She had no idea how to explain this to Claire in a delicate way. "Uh... Yeah. I.. I'm a vampire Claire." Lucy knew that she would probably go away. Mostly everyone did. Well, that was, except Rose. Who just used Lucy to pick a fight with.

While Lucy was on the topic she thought she should explain to Claire the reason why she had the scar. But then again, just explaining to someone that you were a vampire was alot to take in, during one sitting. So Lucy decided to wait a while to explain. Give Claire a while to digest what Lucy had said."But don't worry." She added. "I won't hurt you, I promise." And this time she truly could promise. She smiled again and this time it was a real smile. She was careful though, not to show Claire her canines in her smile.

[claire]

So they existed? The nightmares in her dreams, and in the books, existed had? And she had one rescue her, and talk to her like they were friends? Claire's eyes widened in shock, but then slowly shrunk. Was Melanie one? But was Melanie a good or bad one? She acted so motherly, so lovingly, she had to be one of the good ones. It wouldn't make sense for her to be one of the bad ones. But, didn't vampires feast on human blood? And Claire was a human child . So it did make sense...Oh goodness, was Melanie planning on eating her? Claire looked at Lucy, a cautious glare in her eyes. Would Lucy try and eat her? She was about to start off on a ramble about she was sure her blood wasn't good, and it would leave a bad taste in her mouth she was sure. Then if that wouldn't have worked, she could have gone on pleading how she didn't want to be eaten. To young. She had read all the books. Dracula, the Australian version was so much better then the American. Much more in depth. Maybe she received her wild and wicked imagination came from.

But Claire stopped herself when she heard that Lucy wouldn't hurt her. She hardly doubted it. Vampires were somewhat..subjected to their hunger. How sometimes their eyes would turn the color of blood, and that would be the state of their hunger. She peered closely at Lucy's and saw that they were a bluish grey. She didn't seem that hungry. Or was she? Claire wasn't in much state to defend herself, let alone move herself from point A to point B. She twitched in her arms, and she wasn't much stronger in upper body strength. So that could cause major issues. When Lucy avoided the scar question Claire did the cutest thing possible. She pouted. Her pale little lips had probably the cutest pout known to child history. They almost formed a perfect diamond. But in a cute little way. Her mother and father had always avoided punishments whenever she placed that expression on her face.

"But...." She said, sniffing in from the cold. "I wanna know." True, she wanted to know every single detail into how that scar got there, who caused it. Another vampire? Human? Werewolf? Though, she wouldn't let off to this intense curiousity, it was like a burning flame in her soul. No pun intended. If that thing that had lit Lucy, a vampire, on fire. It probably would have torn poor Claire apart. And weren't vampires strong? Powerful, fast, enhanced basically all of their five senses. She had so many questions, but didn't know if Lucy could answer them all? Before the 'sun' rose? Or was that a myth? Or were there so many facts and myths that not even Lucy could seperate out? "What happened?" She pressed again for the information that would palgue her mind.

[lucyloo]

Lucy looked down at Claire. A curious little child wasn't she. Lucy tried to remember back to that dreadful encounter with rose. It really wasn't that hard to remember with what had happened. But it was an awful long time ago. Lucy had developed more with her abilities since then. She became stronger, faster, well pretty much everything improved."Well you see Claire. A while ago, I wasn't as experienced as I am now. I didn't have very good abilities back then. And I was just walking around and i was shopping and i ran into another vampire. And we started talking and everything but she wanted to test my abilities. So she made me angry and we 'fighted.' And i think i went to far and she pulled out a lighter and lit my arm on fire. Which is why i have this long scar going up my arm." She lifted her arm and traced the scar with her pointer finger from her wrist all the way up to her elbow. She sat and thought back to that day when she met Rose. She seemed nice, that was until she started fighting with Lucy.

She looked back down at Claire and rested her arm back on her lap, examining the sky to see how much time she had left that she could be out in the open like she was now. She assumed about three more hours and she would have to head to a place with either alot of shadows or back to her friends house where she was currently staying at for the time being. She had no idea what to do with Claire. Since she was an orphan and she didn't want to go back, what should she do with her? Take her back even though she didn't want to go? Take her to the hospital, and then immediately leave and call her foster parents and have them come and get her? Or should she take her back to her friends house, that had no one in it except Lucy because her friend was away on a business trip? She had no idea what to do and began to feel her eyes change from a light blue to a bright green. Lucy wasn't really scared, she just didn't know what to do, which made her worried that she would abandon the girl. And Lucy wasn't that type of person.

She looked down at the girl. The sweatshirt was fairly large on her. Lucy bet she could've fit the whole thing around her if she really wanted to. It wouldn't surprise her much. Lucy wondered how long Claire was in foster care. Not that it was any of her business, she just wanted to know. She wanted to move the girl out from this mountain, incase she wanted to go to the hospital or she just plain wanted to leave. Lucy could get their in enough time to have her get there safely. She saw worriment in Claire's eyes."Don't worry. I would never hurt you. And i have very good control over my hunger. So if i do get hungry, i won't eat you. I would never dream of it." She hoped her reassurance with Claire would help her trust Lucy more.

[claire]

Claire cleared her throat. 'Fighted'? She hated improper use of such an easy language. Especially since it was the first language in a bunch of places, and the second language in plenty others. It was a world pronounced language. She tried not to sound snotty, but she couldn't help but correct Lucy. "You mean fought?" She chewed what Lucy told her over. This Rose vampire seemed to be really strong. And big. She looked at Lucy, sizing up her size. She was about what, 5'4? Rose must have been 6'0 then. Whoa. This time, when Lucy said she wouldn't hurt her, Claire felt slightly secured. Maybe it was an art of persuasion? She pushed the thoughts away. Lucy seemed slightly trustworthy, but what if she was a pedophile? Trained in the art of kidnapping innocent children. Like Michael Jackson! She shuddered violently mentally. Lucy didn't look like a Michael Jackson, but she did seem like she'd be good at dancing to thriller..

Claire nodded to herself, refocusing. "Lucy..I don't wanna go back to the house." She said, crossing her arms defiantly. She might get taken to the hospital, treated and discharge, but if Lucy threatened to take her home. She would decline immediately. Anywhere but there. The stars. That's where she really wanted to go, to the indefinite galaxy where everything had it's own job. And no one could tell them how to live their life. But sometimes, that one poor star, would fall out of the sky. And fall to the earth. It was what people called a shooting star, right? When you wish opon a star.. Something along those lines. From Pinochio? She smiled, and looked at Lucy again, before letting her blue hues wander to the sky. "I'm not going back Lucy. You can leave me to fend for myself, I will." She said, her bottom lip jutting out. Defiant little girl.

"You can try and scare me into going back, but it won't work!" Claire muttered, putting on her biggest 'you don't scare me' type look. She doubted Lucy would buy it, vampires could read through this type of stuff, right? Though Lucy didn't seem lacking in 5 senses enhancement, she seemed to lack the whole physcholigcal part. She should have been able to sense Claire's uneasiness when they first touched, when she picked Claire up. Claire had never been picked up, unless it was by her father. And he had picked her up around her stomach, not the unders of her knees. But, Claire had brushed the awkwardness away, Lucy was a vampire. She probably knew what she was doing. "How old are you? Are you like Dracula!? Do you live in Transylvania?" The questions flooded out her mouth. Word vomit.